I'm sorry. I will be going back to where I came from now. I have earned my finest shroud. My scales have shifted, my balance has burst through. My guardian dragons are flying high, and I have so much work left to do before I die. I am sorry to have wasted your time. The time you live in is not the world where I belong. You will not be bothered by my facade any more. I have shed my final skin. My sorrows are unending in the sine waves of time's blades. They will stretch into the dark unlighted depths of the seven seas. They will go under in all of this magnitude, Beneath the realm of the tides. Most importantly of all, I am no longer secure here. I am utterly unfit where I am. I am not a part of your world any longer. I will not be gone forever. I will be stretching to the oldest stars to the most flawless reaches of the universe; I will not be in your heart anylonger, For now I must be gone with the wind. The winds of change are blowing, and picking up so fast, The tides of time are shifting, and I have a mission, this one is my last. I will be going places you'll never know, because in the world you are still dreaming. I cannot have that luxury, for I am awake in the world of meaning. Nothing here amuses me, there isn't room in my face for that sentiment, ...for my wings of valor are now outstretching, and my path has picked up all of its power. Through the eye of the storm I will travel, to be carried in calm through the destruction; I am sorry that you won't be coming along I'm sorry that you are not involved with my mission. My life that I've led is amazing, A mystery of exponential synchronicity, The Mayan matrix pulls me back, The super strings must reel me in, and I never want to be paid back, I never want a reason. Just grant one wish for me, if you insist you are my friend Please forget you ever knew me, Because who you knew is not who I am. --Katrina Kidwell Johnson